The Montessori only had Pre-K and Kindergarten Classes, so I switched to a private Christian school the next year.
My parents brought me for a tour. The building bigger than the other two schools I'd attended combined.
I remember standing in the doorway of a classroom of older kids.
My stomach a jumble of nerves.
With the wave of his arm, the principal told them to say, "Hi."
It felt like all of them were staring...
...and I was inadequate.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
